Lyrics

This ol flag it tells a story
This tattered flag it tells a tale
Many great moments of glory
But a future that's for sale
A future that's for sale

Here's where the wind tore it a sunder
The hard rain soaked right through
Fire singed the edges
Sun faded the colors too
The ground beneath the pole is shaking
And the rope is badly frayed
Don't know how long we'll keep it
It Might just blow away
It might just blow away

This old flag it tells a story
This tattered flag it tells a tale
Those who we should say sorry
Are the million men in jail
There's a million men in jail

Dried up tears of indigenous people
Blood and sweat of an enslaved race
Some miscarriages of justice
Are just some of the stains
Yet It's draped on all the caskets
Of too many men in vain
Soldiers of misfortune
Losers in a rich man's game
Losers in a rich man's game

This old flag it tells a story
This tattered flag it tells a tale
A Past too grim and gory
And a future that's for sale
A future that's for sale

In its shadow children cower 'neath desks from grownup's threats
What was Radiation showers is now a bullet to the chest
Where their hands just pledged allegiance
To the flag of this fine land
That if God is overseeing there's blood upon those hands
There's blood upon those hands

This ol flag it tells a story
This tattered flag it tells a tale
Of folks waving Old Glory
As the Hill they did assail

Now just hear this meditation
It represents respect
For the flag of this fine nation and the ideals it protects
I sure hope it keeps a waving
If we can take it from the hands
From those who seek to profit
On the Republic for which it stands
On the Republic for which it stands

This old flag will tell a story
This tattered flag will tell a tale
Of a time they tried to destroy you
But liberty prevailed
But liberty prevailed